His ambiguous response completely convinced me that my son's grave had purchased . It was a strong slap to me . Well I had been doing when I kurbet wandering through the streets of my people and leave more expensive without seeing for years . I told my wife to do Gajret and put bouquet of flowers on a grave somewhere else . It just did. What we did not expect more . The remains of our son who knows that รง'kosh had finished compost . We harxhonim though our entire lives could not find them again .
I looked back from the town of tombstones . White , black grate , sculptures , cast artificial flowers everywhere . Everywhere cold, silent , a mute kingdom that had begun to be governed by traders graves . The only living thing there were roses , bees zukatnin through their petals and the goalkeeper or Ghoul that most of the time sitting in front kamares with ALL broken. Was that there was more the spirit of my son , who seemed to voice calling me from heaven bud roses. " Do not worry , Dad ! Even you Mom ! I 'm here , among the roses and play with bees . Bought my grave , but my soul is free , what can one do not buy ! "
With his back after calls , both man and woman were left disappointed and angry more than before , strongly support the one - the other .